He kept step at her side, walking, scanning. Feeling a creeping familiarity, but put it off to having walked beats through this town. When they stopped at the square, he shook his head. "Not here."
Owainn continued on, whether she was coming or not. Another street over, another one down, and he came to a halt. These alleys, he ran with someone. He couldn't remember who, for the life of him. A man. That's all he could pull together. There was no sign of char, no smell of old wood. "Here." He said it to himself, folding arms across his chest, looking contemplative.